"Don't move."
Alurki froze, he had clearly seen something he wasn't supposed to. "Look, I wont tell a soul." He pleaded. "I was only trying to find resources, my boat is wrecked."
"Silence, turn around slowly." The voice responded. They finally meet, face to face. They had a similar stature, probability similar in age, they wore all black, including a face mask. The only things visible, is a pair of silver eyes, Alurki was stricken with a vague memory. The boy continued with his commands. "Follow me, don't make any sudden movements." Their posture was terrible, but Alurki decided to anger an armed assailant.
It wasn't long for them to make it outside the building, the scenes of blood riddled carpets haunted his mind. Outside, Alurki's boat wasn't there. In the air, there potent scent of gunpowder. He was dragged to the opposite side of the island, where a large battleship lyes. Harboring an insignia of the ministry of the Sea, along with an insignia of New Gereoa.
Alurki was brought onboard the ship. It was much swankier than his own boat, the halls were stained red, similar to the birdcage press. Everyone seemed to have their own room, must have been nice to not room with 3 other sailors. They were also much more equipped, the weaponry had a large array of gun's & swords, although they were in an unorganized state with most of them lying on the floor. The disparity in funding the ships received pained Alurki, if only they received slightly more funding, funding this large ship didn't need. They could have had enough weapons to defend themself. Although, all the rooms were empty. Even with all the funding this ship received, it seems a disaster still occurred. It was inequality, its clear how much a special division ship & crew were valued more than some scrap collectors.
"Eyes forward pay attention." The barrel was once more firmly pressed against Alurki's dome. The halls, the layout was the same as his boat. The food lounge was nearly identical by design. From what was seen, the area had monstrous fish, caviar, & steak. Luxuries, unfamiliar to his closed off world. Once more, they weren't for him.
After what was seemingly a maze. They both arrived at the helm of the ship. Alurki had his suspicions of the armed assailant. Their form was atrocious, similar to a rookie. It was puzzling as to why a member of an elite division, would have the same posture as a rookie. The answer seemed clear. Nepo baby.